He received a wound which, though not dangerous, impeded his flight, so that he was boon overtaken and captured.

They brought him back a prisoner to the town hall, where Flessiere's dead body already lay.
Meanwhile Jean-Louis had had better luck.

While the two struggles as related above were going on, he slipped unnoticed to an open window and got out into the street.

He ran round the corner of the house, and disappeared like a shadow in the darkness before the eyes of the guards.
For a long time he wandered from street to street, running down one and up another, till chance brought him near La Poissonniere.

Here he perceived a beggar propped against a post and fast asleep; he awoke him, and proposed that they should exchange clothes.